The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

be bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded themselves, they would then be

were selected from each village, there would at least be three thousand

than three thousand

to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of

but there were thousands of God Realm

capable of leaping dozens of meters away from their original spot. In other

their locations

they would still end up engaging in fights against

stationary and concealing their aura, they would surely be noticed by the

was inevitable, so Jonathan saw

a trio. If they bumped into other average cultivators, they would be able to defeat them quickly. Avoiding a drawn-out battle was the most efficient

mostly on Merilyn,

the

away from Merilyn because her cultivation level was too low, as far as he could tell from

skills happened to be the perfect counter against the

moment, Jonathan realized

Stellario had been so quick that even

adjusting his pace to match

though Jonathan had yet to channel his life force, he

flesh, and blood would suffer

the other hand, Merilyn remained unfazed. Throughout their entire run,

if Jonathan were to pay attention to her breathing, he would realize that

the corners of his

accommodating me now. This

thought crossed Jonathan’s mind, a golden ripple materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling its

“Someone’s attacking us!”